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It's an awful demise...and a serious contradiction.

These days, the emptiness rises to... a level of nonchalance.
So shoot me someone, not in the chest, but at my head where my heart actually is.

Posted by martha lung on Wednesday, September 27, 2006 at 10:23 AM |

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